Dame Edna
“You didn’t wash your car,” she declares as I pull up to the curb where she is waiting, tapping her cane.
our mission
We are a feminist press committed to publishing socially engaged literature with an emphasis on the voices of people of color, people with disabilities, and other historically silenced and culturally marginalized voices.
"Writing can be a lifeline, especially when your existence has been denied, especially when you have been left on the margins, especially when your life and process of growth have been subject to attempts at strangulation."
Micere Githae Mugo
“Stoppers” “Little Alien” & “Toys”
Is it a roofing nail? Its
point meant to fill
a cervix. Later, with legs
splayed to lock it in
“I Am You”, “Chimes of a Bell”, “She Walked Away” & “An Undying Suffering”
Here, for a transitory period, existence questioned sometimes,
I make you seen, an invisible pain killing me.
After the Bars Let Out
The streets were barren at 3:00 a.m. Up and down the main drag, the bars had all let out. She meandered in a sleepy stupor, bags beneath her eyes slipping off her cheeks. One could say she presented drunkenness.
